I finally made contact with my mysterious landlady this morning (the wonderful Spencer Michael Consultancy, it emerges, had helpfully given me the wrong phone number). It appears that things have been sorted out, and we aren’t about to be evicted after all. Which is nice.

It would appear not, if this country’s news outlets are anything to go by. Sky News, in particular, in their desperate bid to fill airtime and webspace in the absence of actual facts will apparently happily run anything, no matter how unfounded or inconsistent (for example, their reports about the windows being blown out on ...

Still no real developments regarding our imminent eviction. I’ve written some letters, but no one seems to want to talk to me about it. I’ve been perusing the interwebs looking for information, but the best I’ve come up with are the various details out there on the agency I’ve been dealing with (and through whom ...

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I went down the road for a haircut at lunchtime. As I was sitting in the chair in the middle of my cut an extremely stressed grey-haired woman in, I guess, her 50s, popped her head round the door and asked the bloke sitting nearest to it if she could borrow his phone. “Could you ...

Still no progress getting in touch with the elusive landlady, but we’ve started the initial stage of flat hunting at least. So far that hasn’t amounted to much more than my idle work-avoidance interwebs browsing, and I’ve been casually wading through the barrage of identikit, exclamation heavy adverts stuffed with phrases like “Must be seen!” ...

“At least it will make a good blog”, said Sal, on Friday night shortly after I had accidentally opened the letter intended for the woman we have been paying rent to for the privilege of living in our tiny space in Camden, only to discover that she hasn’t been paying the mortgage. Actually, I’m not ...

An eerie quiet and calm on the Northern Line this morning. At Camden Town I joined an almost empty Bank branch train that was sitting at the platform when I arrived at the station. There were, perhaps, three or four other people in my carriage, where normally there would be people standing in between the ...